I went by the field of a slacker and by the vineyard of a man lacking sense.
Thistles had come up everywhere, weeds covered the ground, and the stone wall was ruined.
I saw, and took it to heart; I looked, and received instruction:
a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the arms to rest,
and your poverty will come like a robber, your need, like a bandit.